Rambling thoughts on Being Single

I was thinking about Being a Commodity.
Single people are viewed as a commodity, much in the same way our society has tried to view women as sex objects. This is something that recently occurred to me.

Match.com or eharmony are shopping sites for singles, right?

I frequently view single men as a potential "purchase." (Don't you judge me too fast, because I'll bet you do the same thing). I have been thinking about this. My friends and I commonly size up single men within our view as potential for me or one of the other single women we know. This is, I think, a natural thing to do.

If they floss regularly and have a swimmer's build, we automatically know that Girl #1 is looking for one of those. If it's a brainiac over six feet tall, well, that's for girl #2. And a farmer in cowboy boots? Definatly girl #3. (you get extra points if you can name girls one, two, and three in the comment section)

But, here's the thing.
You take one of these Single People, and you get to know them. You start to see them as a person with a past and a future and a heart. They become a friend. And not because they floss or read a bunch, but because of who they are.
Then, it becomes almost insulting to talk about such a person as a commodity.

See, Girls 1,2,and 3 matter to me. I would totally like to see them hooked up with quality Single Men. However, those single men need grander qualifications than a lively pulse and a bank account. They need to be honorable and kind and generous. Stuff like that.

Am I rambling?

It's that people have such value. Individuals matter a whole bunch to God, and so they must matter a whole bunch to you and to me.

I think that people do a good thing in playing matchmaker, sometimes. It can actually be quite helpful! But I also think that whether married or single, we need to view people as complete and whole as individuals, not just when part of a couple. It's one of those subtle shifts in perspective that changes things quite a lot.
Doncha think?

Besides, for all I'd love to fall in love and marry again, talking about the posibility is about as much fun as discussing cheesecake when I'm on a diet.
It's great conversation for a moment.
Then it becomes a real detriment to my focus.
Then it gets downright tiresome.
...Not that I'm any good at dieting.